Joy
The joy of the burden That black and white curtain Abolished like silver and wine. We step as we labor Begging every good favor Bending oer each kind branch on the floor. However it's station, The clay animation will sucker me in for a while Till looking ahead I notice I'm dead And decide to turn in once again. The way back? A streudal! Kittens and noodles. The loamy reflection, The leap. In memorium